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Too often we take for granted of where we are and what we are doing. On a remote island, I believe it’s possible to feel the presence of the past visitors. See what they saw, hear what they heard and smell what they smelt. The timeline is short when it comes to history. I envy your experience to have shared that place in time with your ancestors. Bravo!!
In a workshop this spring, a Newfoundlander observed, “When you live on an island, you know where the edge is”.
A high point in my younger life was spending a summer on a five acre island out in the river and lakes about 5 five miles from Sioux Lookout, Ontario. I was a flat-lander, newly minted high school graduate with two buddies. Robert’s right, even if the water is fresh instead of salt, there is magic on an island.
Very nice. I am happy for you trying to connect with the past and family, but I wonder if you are telling this story only so you can tell artists they should paint islands. You forgot to mention the danger involved in living on islands, the level of abuse and disregard from people living on islands and the necessity to educate people as to how to protect and respect them. You should snap out of your holier than thou attitude and encourage painters to constantly seek the alternatives, utilize their talent and express themselves through painting and go for the unheard but felt sounds, the confusion of mother nature and above all to paint the music we hear no matter what subject matter lies in front of us.
Islanders are precious alright. I love visiting BC gulf islands for the scenery, but the inhabitants make it sure you know that you are not wanted there. They are very protective of what they take as their own. There has been some desire to take visitors dollars, since the economy isnt doing that well. But, they would prefer that you stay on the ferry and just throw the dollars to the island(s) or better yet, mail it in. Same sort those ones criticizing tourism and new housing pushing into the bear country. None of them would complain about their ancestor who was an intruder once into the pristine wilderness. They faced the guardians of nature with guns in those times. Lot of beauty and hypocrisy up there
I had that experience on some islands, Tullah, like Saltspring, but the people on Pender Island are quite welcoming and warm. Haim’s message is not clear: should Robert snap out of encouraging people contstantly seeking alternatives etc., or the opposite? Can’t he write what he wants? Freedom of expression, and he is also paying for this site! He gives us that freedom. I am not sure what this has to do with painting . . .
No man is an island, entire of itself every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee. ( John Donne )
But it is simply that we are all, every one of us, islands unto ourselves–thus the eternal appeal of islands.
It would be difficult to find someone less holier than thou than Robert. I get the impression of a kindly and rather self-deprecating man, well aware of his good fortune, who shares his experiences with us because he feels we will understand and enjoy them vicariously. Most of us do, Robert; ignore the others. I love this story. How many of us have one island, let alone two, named for our family? Grandpa should have learned from the potatoes – providing food is a sure-fire way to make money; people always have to eat, but they can live without gold! Large the island of Ireland may be, but it has that special feel, peace being the most precious. And we have lots of little islands, both offshore and in loughs, that we can visit so easily too. I’m feeling a little bit smug… ;-)
Lindisfarne – Holy Island – Drinking Mead – Imagining Vikings – Illuminated manuscripts – Low tide causeway – History – Art – Memory ….all caused by the word “island”. Cheers Robert. From Great Britain. Another Island.
In my opinion, isolation is good for us if we have the option to row ashore.
Islands always have a sense of mystery and mysticism about them that inspires whether in music or in art. Legends and myths often are told about islands.The sad part of it is the natural beauty of these islands are defaced when commercialism enter in the picture. Some smaller islands were made as testing grounds for the arsenals of war.Their populace are still suffering from the effects of these testings. They are also settings for some of the timeless movies like “South Pacific” and inspires romance. Islands tends to beckon the artistic inclination .”Bali hai” will call you!”
Lovely reading while having my coffee and sitting on my rock bluff in Water Bay, Buccaneer Bay, Thormanby Island. I am 3rd generation with adult children being the 4th – like my grandmother and mother I am enjoying the eagles, otters, ravens, crows, towhees, herons and gulls. Peaceful and fulfilling with wood stove smoke moving across the bay.
In a couple of well crafted paragraphs you have encapsulated much of the mystique of the psyche of this islander. Born and raised on an island, I spent 40 years on continental North America. For the past fifteen years I have been rediscovering the particularities of island psychology. Your perceptions shed light on subtle differences in the human condition.
I was most interested in your ‘Island’ letter. I would like to tell you a little about the islands where I live if I may. My island is quite a big island as islands go but nowhere near the size of your great continent. Speaking as writer myself and for my artist daughter; we both appreciate the great diversity of our land. Contained within the perimeter of our beautiful coast line with its multitude of golden sands, rocks and muddy estuaries lie incredible sights: grand hills and mountains, woods, dales and dells, sweeping fields of oats and barley. There are thousands of wonderful streams and rivers with falls and deeps and twinkling shallows where trout dart and splash. There are villages and towns small and large and fully vibrant cities which house the nations of the world. All shapes, sizes and colours of folk speaking a dozen or more different languages. I was raised in the countryside and learned about stoats, weasels, foxes and badgers. Rabbits ran wild and ate the farmers crops! There were frogs and newts and huge dragonflies every summer that swooped and dived over the pond in the field at the end of our garden. Our people are inventive and exciting and proud of their island heritage. My forefathers built great cities and industrial centres and our explorers sailed the seas and settled in new lands. Yes Robert, despite the undoubted beauties of the island on which you have found such artistic inspiration, I wonder if you have ever enjoyed the kind of rugged scenery found in the highlands of Scotland? Or the gentle pastures of Devon and the smuggler influenced coastline of Cornwall or the great skies of Norfolk? From which you may gather that I am talking of the islands I so love. My British Isles. And now two of my sons are American citizens – how proud I am of them. They have followed in the steps of the explorers of old Come my friends, come here to my islands and find peace and quiet and stimulation and food for the artist, the writer and the sculptor. Trunch, Norfolk, England.
Yes, islands need not be small to be great.
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,– This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616), “King Richard II”, Act 2 scene 1
To paint an island to look like an island you need water on both sides.
The number of islands at the mouth of the Rice River on Lake Winnipeg allow for intense reflection for the soul and would be for me, a special canoe retreat. Their relationships between the open water and the coastline are of immense beauty. dmacnair@shaw.ca
Islands fill the artist’s mind with endless images to paint – sand, surf, birds, ships, lovers, children playing, dolphins, and more which connect our souls to the beauty and wonder of nature. You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land, there is no other life but this. Henry David Thoreau quotes (American Essayist, Poet and Philosopher, 1817-1862)
Mainlanders seem to have a different sense of islands than those who live on them, or within them. My family were not island born, but member after member of us moved to an island not far south of you, where we were absorbed into the island community, about 1000 at the time (in the winter) on a rural island whose economy was based largely on fishing and acriculture. We had summer people, too, but they were also part of our community while they were there. Our sense of the island included a deep appreciation of the beauty, but also a recognition of ourselves as belonging to the community, and our collective responsibility to maintain that sense of connectedness, even among disagreements about other things. The growing tourist trade was a pain in the rear, because they trespassed through people’s yards, camped on private land, blocked roadways, expected people to defer to them, and too often treated us like servants. I am serious. In the fall, we had a going away party AFTER the tourist season was over. We could get back to being a community again. Things have changed, as they do in places like this these days. Summer people were replaced by people with weekend homes, who didn’t become part of the community, but were there “to get away.” The tourist economy grew. Good zoning saved acriculture, but traditional small farms growing sheep and vegetables are becoming vineyards. The fisherfolk have mostly moved to other places and the fish processing plant closed from pressure by weekenders. Most of the people I knew have moved off-island (though I still have relatives there). The board of “Friends of …. Island” all have mainland addresses. The majority of businesses now cater to tourists. It’s still an island, it’s still beautiful, and I still love it. But the community I knew (and waved at, always) is largely gone. And so part of the meaning of island is missing for me. I mostly paint memories of islands.
Re- living on a small island– paula from calgary alb. HOw often did U come 2 the m ain land — & how often did U get intouch with someone by phone — or whatever?? Just curious — how one can cut oneself off like that — now adays!!!
“You can’t see them unless you are somewhere else.” Perhaps that is why they are so fascinting and why many things should be viewed from afar. It would leave a little mystery.